Page 86 of Heartbreaker

The demons that were always clawing their way out of my chest are peaceful. It’s like they’re non-existent. Ever since she told me she loved me she silenced them but having her tonight . . .

Alice is an angel but being inside her was heaven.

There is no other way to describe it. How her body moved against mine. Hearing her pants and moans along with her screams of pleasure. Feeling her perfectly tight pussy clenching around my cock bringing me to an orgasm so powerful that nothing else existed except her and I.

There was more than just being inside her. More than having her come apart beneath me. More than having the best sex of my life and the greatest orgasm I’ve had.

Because I didn’t just have sex with her.

I worshipped her body as if it was the altar and I was atoning for all my sins.

I tasted every inch of her skin like a starved man only craving more.

And when I finally slid inside her, when we finally became one it was more than heaven. Greater than what the pearly gates could ever offer me.

As her eyes stared into mine with each thrust I saw something there that I never had before with another woman.

Love.

We didn’t have sex.

We made love to each other.

Maddeningly slow love with a connection so deep and profound that with every thrust it exposed how raw and vulnerable we were with one another. Both figuratively and literally neither one of us have been so bare.

She gave herself to me as I gave myself to her.

Everything that we are is now each other’s.

We are one.

The darkness that has weighed heavy on my soul from the moment I was born burns with a brightness. It burns with hope. It dares to dream. A notion that I always thought was ridiculous. Except she makes it possible.

I’m still wearing a smile on my face as I enter the bar. The smile stays as I gather us drinks and some snacks to nibble on because I know she must be hungry.

It’s well in the evening now. She’s done missed lunch and dinner due to her falling asleep after the clusterfuck that happened back at her trailer.

But I’m not going to allow my mind to think about that right now. If I do then I’ll want blood. And I don’t need the beast inside to become tempted with my dark thoughts.

Right now I have a woman, a beautiful sexy as fuck woman who just gave herself to me and is waiting on my return.

That’s all that matters.

She is all that will ever matter.

As I’m finishing gathering everything to bring back to my room, including the Advil I hear a low whistle followed by the sound of envy dripping in Slaters voice. “I never would have guessed her to be a screamer. You’re one lucky man.”

Moving my head in the direction of his voice I find him sitting on the couch watching the surveillance feeds on one of our flat screen TVs. There’s a look of awe on his face that quickly dies when he sees the hard lethal glare in mine. “You really want to die, don’t you?”

Rising from the couch he holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Not particularly no. I would miss my good friend Jack Daniels and the never ending supply of wanting women.” He then flashes a smile that’s full of naive boyish charm that works on every female.

Too bad for him I’m not one of them and I wouldn’t mind knocking that smile right off his face. “Is that all, Slater?”

His face scrunches up as he pretends to think of more things that he would miss. “Well obviously the club.”

“Right. The club,” I repeat dryly. He’s wearing the prospect cut that reminds everyone here and most importantly himself that he’s not a member yet.

“You believe me, right?”